At times, my family is the only solace I have from the world. When all things fail, when I feel rejected by society, my family is the place I go to feel accepted unconditionally.
I understand that not everyone has the ideal family. Some people come from broken homes with deadbeat or abusive parents. I you're on of them, than I am sorry for you but I hope it will not deter you from having a family of your own. You know the worst that a family could be, so you'll also know what to avoid and what to do when time comes to make your own.
I consider myself lucky, to be born from my father and mother. I can be hard to deal with, and that was clear when I was younger, making you deal with my turbulent self. At that time, back then, I felt like you've given up on me, but I know know that I was wrong. You guys never had any anything but my best intentions in your mind. I'm sorry I didn't realize that sooner and I want you to know that both of you made me who I am now, and I'm thankful for the way I turned up.
My father is a Government servant, working as a secretarial clerk in the District Office. He is strong-headed, and basically for a time, he was what I aspired to as to what a man should be. In his younger days he was stern and a no-nonsense kind of guy. Perhaps due to the fact that were both guys, it was harder for us to connect with each other. There was a failure to communicate and it took us some time to finally open up to each other. My father has grown more mellow since his younger days and I, more mature. When once, we only sat in awkward silence when left together, now were on more friendlier terms and could talk on a lot of things.
I got along much better with my mother. She's more zany and wacky, though she can be just as fierce in one flick of a switch. She's the glue that keeps this family together. She is the mediator between me an my father, if I want something I'll request it from her and she will coax my father into getting it for me. If I mess something up, she'll cover for me from my father's wrath. I can joke around with her, play pranks on her, and be more casual with her.
If it weren't for her, perhaps i would turn up to be a bitter, angsty teenager.
I have a brother below me. Sometimes our relationship can volatile, but no matter how many fights we get into, he is still the first friend I made in life. Growing up, I can't remember doing anything without him. We wore the same clothes, don the same haircut, played with the same toys, read the same books. I felt like he looked up to me at that time. But as we grew older, his circle of friends grew. He was a natural at making friends. He was a year younger than me but had twice the many friends that I had. He's smarter than me and he knows it. For a while I had an inferiority complex as I felt like he was so much more better than me. I felt he didn't respected me anymore and saw me as an embarrassment. That cause the friction between us to brew and any chance we get, we'd be sinking our claws into each other's skin, fighting on such trivial things. But, again we both got mature, and I think we both acquired mutual respect for each other.
And below him are my two younger sisters. One three years below me and the other one is eleven years below me. Back when we were little, I was always arguing with my first sister because back then she was such a spoiled little girl. In terms of combat prowess, she is more deadly than my brother as I always end up with bloody painful scratches after each fight. Though now, I find that I'm the one who's spoiling her and lately have become rather protective of her now that she's a teenager an under the attention of some boys in the neighborhood. My youngest sister came into the picture a bit later in our familial life. Of course she is the most pampered one, now that my father has mellowed down, he wasn't as stern with her as when with me and her other siblings when we were her age. I took it upon myself to be a stern figure to her so that she doesn't end up being too pampered. Though I admit, I'll always have a soft spot for her
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